Page 53 of Silver Sanctuary
“Babe, I’m engaged to you. I’ve already won.”
Nash walked down the hallway… to silence. He peeked inside Embrie’s room and chuckled. The poor kid had fallen asleep while reading. Her book was hanging off the edge of her bed and her hand looked like it was seconds away from relaxing and letting it fall to the floor. His feet moved silently over the carpet and he gently removed the book, closing it before setting it on her desk.
Nash had left Lacy as she was getting ready to take a shower. He’d grabbed his first, then jumped on a quick call with Gunner and Gage. They were heading up the training fora team of Texas Rangers at The Trident in two weeks and needed to finish some of the last minute simulator modeling details. By the time he made it to their room, Nash expected Lacy to be fast asleep.
Which is why his mind went into overdrive when he walked into the bedroom and she was standing by her side of the bed. And it looked like she was wearing nothing except one of his worn-out Navy shirts.
“What’s going on?” His eyes stayed focused on her face, but fuck, he wanted to look at her legs so badly. The shirt that she was wearing fell barely over her hips, all that smooth, warm, creamy skin on display for him.
No.She was still healing.
“What does it look like? I’m getting ready to sleep with my fiancé.”
Nash walked into the bedroom, his cock twitching behind his zipper as he walked toward her.
“Well, let’s get you to bed then. I see the no pants rule is being applied tonight.”
Lacy smiled. “I told you, I don’t usually like to sleep with pants on—makes me too hot.” She lifted the edge of her shirt and turned around to the nightstand, bending over and flipping the side lamp on. Only, as soon as she started to bend, the shirt lifted off her ass, and Nash realized she didn’t have any panties on.
“Lacy, what’s going on?”
“I’m trying to turn you on. Is it not working?” Her fingers pulled at the hem of the shirt.
“Baby, it’s working.” He wrapped his hand around her wrist. “Do you want to know what you do to me? How fucking hard you’re making me, standing there like a juicy peach ready for me to take a bite out of?”
Her bottom lip went between her teeth and she bit down, releasing the tortured skin slowly. “Show me,” she whispered.
He brought her hand down to his jeans, where his erection was pressing firmly against the seam. Lacy’s eyes went wide, a sly smile curving at the corner of her mouth.
“I should probably do something about that uncomfortable situation you’ve got going on there, shouldn’t I, Sailor?”
Nash chuckled. “Oh, mywifelikes to tease, does she?”
“I’m not your wife yet.” Her hand left his jeans just so she could wag her finger in his face. Nash grasped her wrist again, pulling her hand toward his mouth. He licked up her finger and pressed a kiss to the tip.
“Ew.” She giggled.
“That title might not be officially yours yet, Lacy. But when I say it, I’m reminding you of the promise that, one day, very soon if I have my way about it, youwillbe my wife.”
Her flesh pebbled, and a tiny shiver, only slightly visible to him, rolled through her body.
“Well then. Does myhusbandwant me to take care of that rather large bulge in his pants, or am I just going to put myself to bed?” Lacy lifted the edge of her shirt with one hand, the motion giving him a perfect view of the triangle between her legs.
He forgot about his cock, his mouth flooding at the idea of touching her, tasting her, hearing her scream out his name as he licked every inch of her through her orgasm.
Lacy used her free hand to run her fingers over her stomach and down to her hip before sliding her hand to the exact spot Nash wanted to touch for himself.
“Fuck,” he growled. His hands captured her face as he bowed slightly to press a kiss to her lips. “I want you, Lacy, but I have to know you’re okay with this. That you’re healed enough that I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to ever hurt you.”
“I’m fine—better than fine. I want this. I want you.” Lacy’s hands went back to the edge of her shirt, only this time, she didn’t raise it a little to tease him. She brought the wholething up and over her head, the fabric falling to a heap on the floor.
“Christ. You’re perfect.” His hand brushed her hair over her shoulder. And then he let his fingers explore over the curve of her collarbone, down her shoulder and right arm. and back up to dance over the side of her breast. Her gorgeous, dusty rose nipples hardened to peaks, just begging for his lips to taste.
He couldn’t wait a moment longer. His lips lowered, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He rolled his tongue against the hardened nub, loving the moan that escaped from her lips. Lacy’s hands combed through his hair, stopping to tug at the roots when he let his teeth graze over the sensitive flesh.
“Nash, that feelsso good.”
He chuckled as her nipple popped out of his mouth. “I love when you say my name, baby, but fuck. The way you moan it just like that… I think that’s my favorite. Now, sit your gorgeous ass on our bed so I can taste you properly.”
